James stood nearby, clutching his bloodied shoulder where a deep wound bled freely, his face pale but his voice steady as he asked Cassandra, "Who are you?"
Cassandra, breathing heavily from her earlier fight, glanced at him but didn't stop moving. Shaking her head, she replied, "I don't have time." Her tone was clipped, focused entirely on the battle ahead. As she spoke, her sharp senses picked up on something that made her heart skip—a shift in Cassian's presence. His energy was waning, but his killing intent was rising, growing so oppressive it made her feel as though the air itself was suffocating.
Her silver domain flared to life around her, a radiant aura of gleaming light that made her appear almost otherworldly. Without hesitation, she charged toward where Cassian was locked in a brutal fight. As she neared, the sight before her made her blood boil.